In the 19th century, there was one small town. There was a cute and pretty girl in that town. The old town's folks liked her for her kindness and courtesy.

Men were following her in crowds, trying to gain her favor. There were even married men among them too. But she did not reciprocate them, for her heart already belonged to another. The one who did not answer her feelings in kind and even did not recognize them. Though he himself was interested in her, she, because of her timidity, did not notice it, supposing that she was fooling herself.

Her loved one did not give her attention, and the others who called her on a date wanted only one thing. Out of despair, she has decided to take an extreme step. It was in the late evening. Dark streets, illuminated only by a faint light from the windows of the houses, became deserted, filled with silence, sometimes interrupted by the dog barking and slight coughing of a gentleman standing at the door of her house...

She sat down in front of the mirror, took the scissors and...

The dark history of the small town begins.